A well-groomed African-American man in his mid-fifties named ‘Kyle Aldridge’ was working the late 9:00 pm to 5:00 am shift at the local petrol station. He was halfway through his shift having served less than a dozen customers. Then an old angry eyed man approached Kyle. When the old man directly stared at a small skull tattoo on the front of Kyle’s left forearm and then whispered to Kyle, “Your Mum isn’t here to help you.” It sent shivers and Goosebumps up and down Kyle's back. In part, it was the deep-dark tone of the young man’s voice. However, it was the words the man used.
Your Mum isn’t here to help you…
The words seemed so recognizable to Kyle, but it was couched deep, deep in the cubicles of his mind. He couldn’t quite identify
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However, he didn’t think Canada was the place either. But, he did remember what occurred.
He was just going to rob anything inside the boy’s house. He had a mask and gloves on, and defiantly didn’t want to do what he did. However, the boy had a loving and caring mom, which annoyed and angered Kyle. As he never had a mom and was an orphan in a very abusive family. So, he quickly decided to change what he had planned. Kyle had brought his trustful black Glock nine to the robbery, with that he violently forced the poor mother to tie up her son, and then hit her with the gun over the head as the son while crying watched. After the mom slowly recovered from the concussion, Kyle had gotten bored of her, so he slowly choked her to death. The boy was screaming…., “mum please help!!!” while Kyle approached him. Then he whispered to the sobbing boy. Your mom isn’t here to help you. He defiantly made a mistake by not killing the boy, but he wanted the boy to remember what happened to his loving and caring mother. This wasn’t Kyle’s first murder he had committed, but ultimately got arrested for getting caught with an unregistered gun and from check fraud, not from any of the murders or robberies or beatings that he done. He spent ten years at the Stratford centre of corrections, and when he was released he did odd jobs and low level cons to support himself.
And at that instant his heart started pumping in his chest
He was never happy, he was always sad and down. Anytime someone handed him a drink he waited for them to walk away and he would dump it out. He never wanted to drink alcohol again. Kyle was reminded every so often of what he did. He received letters in the male from the girl’s father. The father would tell Kyle things. He wrote in one of his letters that his daughter loved pancakes and he hoped a killer like him never ate pancakes again. It was a constant reminder for Kyle. Even on the biggest day of his life he didn’t have his family there because it affected his relationship with them. His son said he couldn’t come to his wedding because he had to study finals. His dad was too sick and Kyle thought it would be too much to ask his brothers to come. “The whole wedding party was hers; he was like another guest” (Walter,
“I fell,” Madge answers through gritted teeth, clutching her calf tightly as she blinks out tears from her eyes as quickly as she can. It was just her luck that she’d fall off the wall like a complete idiot right after being told to quit. Maybe the odds really weren’t in her favor.
General Patrick finally took notice of the trident on the uniforms of all of the men sitting at the table, not to mention the tape on the uniforms that read ‘US Navy’. “How the hell….” General Patrick said out loud.
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She surveyed her kingdom. A kingdom of concrete and grey, but as far as she was concerned it might as well have been made of gold. The shine of the windows towering up above were her diamonds, and the taxis driving by were her limousines. Her black raw denim jeans, fitted t-shirt, and sneakers were her ball gown and crystal shoes. She has a quality about her that anybody who crossed her path could see. Her blue eyes reflect the silver city and her smile could make you feel warm on even the coldest of New York winter mornings.
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''Aren’t Joe and Cisco going to help us?'' Asked Barry, noticing that his foster dad and best friend were still absent as the rest of the team was preparing their plan of attack back at the lab. ''I thought you guys said they were supposed to join us here.''
A shove, a mean look in the hallway. I knew we weren't friends. I never expected it to go this far.
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(Y/N) let out a frustrated growl and absent-mindedly stared at her screen full of code. She grabbed Kwehvin Lockhart, her rubber chocochick, from her desk and tossed it between her hands.
Black, all he could see, among the ever encroaching darkness of night. Numb, all he could feel as scenes of death unfolded around him. “Go through first!” He shouted to his men, as they scrambled blindly toward cover. The screams of his men mingled with the sounds of the firefight created a cacophony that seemed like it would never end. The second wave of gunfire would soon ensue, leaching the land of life in one foul swoop. Despite this, he felt calm, knowing it would all end soon, and he would finally be taken to gates of heaven and accepted into god's loving embrace. He understood that he was young, but the war had seemingly aged him decades. No one would truly understand him, and he didn’t want them to understand, for that would mean